Post by wakaton on Dec 5, 2012 23:45:05 GMT -5
Author's Note:
Please refrain from making comments on this thread, and though I have only a vague sense of how these forums work, I want to try to give the reader an easy way to read between chapters, since I will be making chapters in the form of comments. As for the title, I'm sure one that makes some form of sense will come up. A simple smile and nod of approval is all I need to know that I did a good job.
Chapter 1
A lone figure in a heavy trench coat traveled down from the docks. He walked with an air of confidence, dangerous in the NBZ, fatal when recognized. To the occasionally passing local, he appeared to be as green as the toxic waste that floated in the surrounding waters on the coast, and already bets were being made on whether or not the stranger will survive the trip across the street. Who this man was, no one knew, but no one really cared, since it was already made obvious that the man would most likely find that within the next 10 minutes his life would abruptly end.
Sadly, to the dull surprise to the onlookers, he had survived without a single encounter with a thug, even making it as far as to the nearest coffin motel. Apparently the local gang had something better to do this time than to take pocket change from another straggler. But no one had made the wager that he would live so no credits exchanged hands this time.
When he entered the motel, he was taken aback by the drastic change in atmosphere; he was originally just getting used to the cold, dry weather that he faced outside, whereas now he was witnessing one that was entirely the opposite. The humidity in the room was choking him alive, and if it wasn't a ganger that would end him, it would be the air in the motel. He approached the front desk and asked for a room.
The reception pointed to a sign at the front of the desk which indicated that it'd cost him 25 creds. Of course, the stranger tried to lay on the charm as thick as possible, but the dwarf didn't look up from the paper he was reading and failed to acknowledge what he was trying to do. Blaming his lack of negotiation skills on the fact that he was simply exhausted from the trip, he reluctantly payed for the night and tried to find his room.
After managing to navigate the random twisting hallways, he finally met the rotting plank of wood that happened to be his door, and turned its knob. There was no words to describe how tiny his room could possibly be, you would simply have to have been there to witness the broom closet that the motel was forcing him to spend the night in. His cot was located on the wall to the right, a sink to the left, and a toilet that he wanted nothing to do with directly in front of him.
He imagined that the average prisoner had more room in their jail cells than he did. The stranger sighed, as that was the definition of low rate in a low rate city. He dropped what little amount of belongings he had on him onto the cot and sat on it. Uneasily, the stranger glanced towards the direction of the toilet, wondering what forms of horrors he would have to face when that particular need would arise.
*End of Chapter 1*
Thank you for reading the very (short) first chapter of my very first story on these forums. I hope you enjoyed and I will try to write another edition as often as my schedule and work ethic will allow.
Please refrain from making comments on this thread, and though I have only a vague sense of how these forums work, I want to try to give the reader an easy way to read between chapters, since I will be making chapters in the form of comments. As for the title, I'm sure one that makes some form of sense will come up. A simple smile and nod of approval is all I need to know that I did a good job.
Chapter 1
A lone figure in a heavy trench coat traveled down from the docks. He walked with an air of confidence, dangerous in the NBZ, fatal when recognized. To the occasionally passing local, he appeared to be as green as the toxic waste that floated in the surrounding waters on the coast, and already bets were being made on whether or not the stranger will survive the trip across the street. Who this man was, no one knew, but no one really cared, since it was already made obvious that the man would most likely find that within the next 10 minutes his life would abruptly end.
Sadly, to the dull surprise to the onlookers, he had survived without a single encounter with a thug, even making it as far as to the nearest coffin motel. Apparently the local gang had something better to do this time than to take pocket change from another straggler. But no one had made the wager that he would live so no credits exchanged hands this time.
When he entered the motel, he was taken aback by the drastic change in atmosphere; he was originally just getting used to the cold, dry weather that he faced outside, whereas now he was witnessing one that was entirely the opposite. The humidity in the room was choking him alive, and if it wasn't a ganger that would end him, it would be the air in the motel. He approached the front desk and asked for a room.
The reception pointed to a sign at the front of the desk which indicated that it'd cost him 25 creds. Of course, the stranger tried to lay on the charm as thick as possible, but the dwarf didn't look up from the paper he was reading and failed to acknowledge what he was trying to do. Blaming his lack of negotiation skills on the fact that he was simply exhausted from the trip, he reluctantly payed for the night and tried to find his room.
After managing to navigate the random twisting hallways, he finally met the rotting plank of wood that happened to be his door, and turned its knob. There was no words to describe how tiny his room could possibly be, you would simply have to have been there to witness the broom closet that the motel was forcing him to spend the night in. His cot was located on the wall to the right, a sink to the left, and a toilet that he wanted nothing to do with directly in front of him.
He imagined that the average prisoner had more room in their jail cells than he did. The stranger sighed, as that was the definition of low rate in a low rate city. He dropped what little amount of belongings he had on him onto the cot and sat on it. Uneasily, the stranger glanced towards the direction of the toilet, wondering what forms of horrors he would have to face when that particular need would arise.
*End of Chapter 1*
Thank you for reading the very (short) first chapter of my very first story on these forums. I hope you enjoyed and I will try to write another edition as often as my schedule and work ethic will allow.